Gus couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose before he laughed quietly, shaking his head. “Afraid not, Foxwood. But I give you credit for trying.” How would that go over? He certainly couldn’t give Ravenclaw fifty points because he thought a former Ravenclaw was cute. Would the house points even update? That would be mortifying and Gus certainly didn’t know how he’d talk his way out of that one. He hoped that the current Basil would come back soon. (Although he’d be lying to say he wasn’t committing this Basil to memory - he missed this Basil that wasn’t stiff and awkward around him.

The other took his hand and squeezed it. Gus grinned at him as he followed him toward the door. Well shoot; if he couldn’t convince him to hide away in his private quarters where else could they go where people wouldn’t see Professor Foxwood acting like a fool? “Professor Bart would know it was my lack of transfiguration skills,” He shot back, arching an eyebrow at him. Basil had been one of the only reasons Gus had made it through their final NEWT year, replacing a seventh year Hufflepuff who’d been so patient with him the year before. The professor had been kind of enough to not ask why he’d continued.

“I want to show you a new spot,” Gus purred as he pulled Basil back into the office and pulled his hand free. He had to keep the other professor here. Luckily for him his private chambers were attached to the office and they didn’t have to go far, although getting into the room was a process. Gus moved around the desk to kneel down behind it, where a seemingly innocent statue nearly the size of his hand was left leaning against the wall. It came to life with a wordless Piertotum Locomotor, scooting off to the side to reveal a door the size of a mouse behind it. Then he enlarged the door to a size for a normal person to pass through (even if he knew Basil would be delighted to transfigure him into a mouse), and opened it. Generally he kept it locked, but seeing as he was hosting office hours he didn’t think anyone would be daft enough to try to enter.

Tilting his head toward Basil, Gus grinned at him. The room would be mostly empty when they entered, the bed still unmade and a few books strewn about.  The door would shrink and the statue would move back  once the door clicked shut. He was proud of his wards. It would unusual for him to take him somewhere secluded and not want to snog him, but he’d be a gentleman. He couldn’t take advantage of him when he wasn’t in the right state of mind.

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